Redline wolf

By the old roadside shed
sat the wolf and the half viking
Basking in the moonlight
lost to the world

As if they were both lost in their own dimension
dim light of the outside lamp
almost competing with the moonight
Up strode the full minded viking

Greeting the wolf and the half viking
Then facing the great wolf
The full minded spoke to the wolf
and clouds obscured the moon

the wind blew out the lamp
and the wolf responded
not by bark nor howl
but redlines the illuminated it's face

one horizontal red line
One diagonal like a crazy lazer

(Hold the idea close to your cheek, winter chill and confusion your only stimuli)

Your success perception

Success is not some pretty snake
winding through the grass
but if you chase it too hard and you try to charge
it may bite you deep

venom acidic and hallucinogenic
arsenic swerving

Success is not a bunch of notes
or a perfect voice
floating up out of that throat
or a bunch of meat and beer on a table
Or a million lil skills that you are able

Whats the deal with success
it could make a dent in your pesky
losing streak
The real success head facing you
winking at you

success is just a ship to other lands
you on the beach quick sand lad
success in your mind a trend
a snap, a whizz, a fling, a fizz
A phase, a spin
How can you spread it like butter

In your life
What kind of dish did you order
Do you want to send back for the waiter
champagne instead of that holy water
instead of getting fame, you turned up too late

Aggression rules you

Your aggression eats you up
checkout inconvenient
mouth ready to form a machine gun
finger forms into pointing object

Riled up
Your irritation clouds the day
lightening opens up from within
shoots out rage exaggerated

silence after
awkward looks
self acclaimed idiot
unwilling to control temper

Bursts out of himself
a shouting voice
growing in volume
a ruined day

sad faces return home
each holding half a kilo
of freshly harvested fear
not bad for a morning out

Abandoning the future

The bottle of beer missed his ear from an angle
shouting desperate with hot aimless rage
the beast in this man had manifested
taken control

A father is a foundation
yet when an abuser is a degradation
Burning the image of
The future child who smiles
A child who lives to climb and battle

The hopeless man, fate's very pilgrim
lost in his vices, no time for his children
Putting his pleasure's first like a simple dog
waiting for those well structured funeral fire logs

For mothers who let them off the hook
and fathers who forsake and run like crooks

Like the rabies infested hound
put them to sleep, have them drowned
A plague upon your living grounds
like the local dwelling demon hidden malice
ease them into death well, don't refuse them
let them die with their addictions merciful and quick

For on this sacred earth the children of tomorrow long for a balance
Our humanity so fickle with choices, so sweet and so callous

Lack of care for the truth

You the conspiracy theorist
The right wing loner, the left wing outragist
You destroy the world in such a delightful way
I'd rather see you shifting rocks in a quarry

You want to push lies and throw mud on our systems
You tell us about Rothchilds, Bushes and kissingers
While the truth trips you up you stray hippie
Forget David Icke come to grips

Put your head in science and reason
don't be the believer in the rumour of the season
The bigger the lie the more you deny the nature of your treason
A stitch in your lips, bullet in your quip, a live grenade in your legion

Sorry but I checked the facts, and there wasn't a shred of proof
Naiivety is a lack of knowledge, an excess of impulse and youth
Don't announce every idea for which you fight nail and tooth
For your gullible mind has no fact checker or care for the truth 

The 9 to 5 eats dreams

Routine warm jelly
everyday the slurry slithers
The weirdest events never manifest
Common reality sucks you in

You want to get out of your norms
transfer these days into storms
lightening hitting your decisions
half burnt consequences

Not one bolt will fall
You got a day each one the same
24 hours each brick in the wall
It's a constant patience game

don't let it suffocate you
Cut another dream
to feed the routine
to clean your eyes on a fresh screen

Mondayitis

The mondayitis wore off
and I've got a billion cups of felicity
the power of turning fate and earning smiles
pruning negativity

The sunshine warms us and pats us on the back
exercise waits for us
The day's task look up like hopeful puppies
Work waits to be devoured like a chocolate cake

Planes over head
cars infront
A race is on in your soul
A motor is your heart

Movement enticing
walking and gesticulating
announcing and selling
enlisting and recruting

Into the sunset behind the neglected hills
skyscrapers grin before darkness
knowing their inner lights won't turn out
until midnight.

sacred hours

each moment is slowly being pulled away

scene by scene

the sin is to not see it all go by

jsut flow on past you

like a soul leaving a body

time is steam and you are boiling

This earth, no this clock, this hand

winding round and round

growing and blooming like afternoon into sunset

then wilting and rotting like darkness

each minute a bee searching for a flower

each second pollen falling

Rush doesn't save you time

hurrying through it like heavy rain

idleness doesn't cure you either

procrastination a tranquilizer

Sand just seeping out of your closed fist

looking back at the day at the day to the hours you missed.

Life itself tick tocking, time sacred time

give me a special hour extra

50 dead- Post a slogan

To My New Zealandness.
A piece of you broke off and festered
deciding not to talk to the rest of you
Becoming bitter and hardened through

Still celebrating the dead heroes of past wars
Bathing in the bagpiped nostalgia, hate looking
The predictable flavor of the anzac cookie
pride taste lingering in the mouth

Lest we forget you say
But you weren't even there on the day

So gone from the notion of love
the notion of intolerance left unsaid and tame
Terror became the whole aim to the cricket game
and 50 immigrant Islamic new Zealanders died today

Killed for encroaching on an intolerance
that has grown muscles in the darkness from the worst
Sound bite prejudice rattling through the commoners
No none of you pulled the trigger that way

Lest we forget you say
But you weren't there on the day

And when they bought in the devil
to do the handy work of evil
Silence was your answer quite glum
Yet their bigotry still hummed

Hummed up in the hills and in the minds of children
through the mouths of haters and the little buildings
to the sports fields and supermarket checkouts
But just deny that humm now butter wouldn't melt

Until the next massacre war jaw growls
opens teeth nashing, breath purely foul

Shark results

Somewhere in the dim waters lurks a beast
That can smell a deal from a mile away
That glides through the darkness carefree
with a mouth to cut down anybodies arguement

A vicious committment to the catch
not waves, fins or tentacles can stop it's teeth
Hitting the opportunity with a tonne of fierce
Razor sharp tearing it all up

Focused on just one point
and when it is eaten the next
and the next
a lone shadow of the ocean

Eagle future

It is not so much a bird as a soothsayer
A grim reaper with a long range stare
forging paths through the air
All predator cloud lover
the winds brother

All danger and feathers
all kinds of hellish weather
All prey and earth bound food
Devoured beak and claw crude
The Creature of the horizon all things new

The eye of the future
The master of mountains
That transformational creature
Above our world above frowning rains
where the highest mist descends to crown him

Cat relationship

The soft warmth so precious to keep
The litter comes first
Recognize the beauty of people
the cat strings purse

Sweetness and hamony heaven sent
The cat looks after the team
compassion, heartful moments
Lovely words and deeds it seems

Fluffy cat team leader to weather
bringing all the people together
Every lick of social pleasures

Wolf follow

You were born to follow the rules
to fit in and accept the way it is
to follow the pack
identify with the group

You have teeth
but no independence
furr and good ears
but no identity

The only thing exists is the pack
out for blood
and under their alpha
pack instinct

The diligent wolf
hunting by the lore of his hyde

Go to the Jungle, you criminal

Angel water, flower bloom
Insects feast on that tangy nectar all afternoon
The winds calm down to knot tying the air to the water
A spider climbs up a reed thwarted
with envy in it's legs as the other spider rapidly runs
across the surface gracefully one with it

The Emperors stick flowering from out of the jungles dark corner
A piece of your face through those fronds looming as the hornet
through that flower, pink and inquisitive and boisterous
The humming bird moving to our voices
vanishing back into the jungle

Sacred bath cleansing every nerve stretched and stressed
It's not just gravity that keeps us down in the progress
This water from the jungle, let it bless you completely
Spare you, your thousand vices and false truths you see
Let each drop turn you around and take it's toll
No matter how corrupt your own soul!

A pat on the back

Behaviour to give you
A person to practice to be my friend
Where am I going with this?

Embrace nature leave work at work
Look at this grueling monster called conflict
bless him like a god

Your grin twirling as the sly cat folds into each routine
proving us wrong
and we too scared to wring it's neck
under god's guidance

Wood and clay and metal to lay
Let's work with Love
We all get what want in a clandestine cinammon way
\It's just a conversation with consequence

Oh did that son of a bitch trip you up again
 make you the clown
under God's guidance

The mangager's advice
is carve those little squares with your own numbers
then toss that silly dice

That old stuff addiction

Sweat runs down the side of the accumulator boredom tweaker
boxes full of the last decades build up, you your nest and your beak
Poor soul all choked up with all his own stuff and memories to seek
He is a keeper so to speak, keepsake collecting freak

Letting it all go to the fire may well break his heart
And that somehow he needs a spade to dig into the dark
into the uncertain fututre for any treasure he wants to hold on to
but the mess comforts him like a mother's hand on his shoulder

Why can't he just separate himself from his baggage
and the metaphor curdles into reality like stale milk at first
then like thick ropes spreading across his chest and his shoulders
and tears and stubborness choke him up weighing boulders

The fear of letting go outliving the fear of claustrophobia
as each year the overfilled shelves fatten and encroach greedily
Letting the past go, maybe not today, as the way you know the world
is your only way of coping with the current reality of your life

I'm not qualified to judge as dust becomes your master
I'm not your teacher or better mentor of grace so much faster
yeah you are going to feel it in your skin and your heart
the words "let it go" hear them for a start

Get the broom, soap, cloth and gloves
And when space becomes your love
maybe you can get closer to the stars
thank me for my motivational pun
and each rhyme you underlined for fun
Don't print it and hoard it I pray

Give it to someone who was like you yesterday
or better still just give it all away.

Your inside world

You don't have all the time in the world to heal
Yet cuts and bruises come when you dare to feel
No magic can erase stained pages of your story
No one can remind you of the once won glories

And those stains dark and hardened formed habits
Each drama you watch reveling in the sad bits
The path you take may just be extension of your pain
You took on guilt and trade effectively in blame

The empty stale length of a dead heart vein
Will you fill it back up with live blood with eyes that can see?
And be new life freeing yourself from this created zombie
Will you be able to add some solid faith and believe?

Do you need to heal sometime this year?
Is your mind not really able to hear
that your heart gathered mould
and got a few degrees colder

That some negative thought came in with guns
to dictate your inside world when it was overrun
and determine your external reality
create a few self destructive fallacies

Grow a garden of goodness in your inside world
cull the pests and pull the weeds
Lighten your heart and wash off the mould
plant a few love and lively seeds

The corner street brick

That part of the road and sidewalk untended
Where weeds and the windblown trash ends up
And where the young go astray
the night invites them out

And they become like the tarr on the road
melting as summer sweeps it's long tail once more
separating from the road
and licks at the bluish worn stones

People peer through the glass
looking down toward the rugged ragged brick
to where the paranoid boys scurry
The junk they transport scattered against their wall

So chipped and bleached and cracked
embedded into the unplastered wall
addicted to the toxic graffiti that tags it up
Slowly becoming a piece of the dead street

Gratitude

All I have left is my body
when I think of the things
that don't make up the illusion
deathbed insights

I have this thanks
I have this gratitude
shining out my house
like mirrors reflecting the sun

Here I am open hand
open heart
thanks is what's left
so if I must go, you'll know

I want to thank you a million times
each one shining a blinding ray of love
each one to heal you
You owe me nothing

So take this love like the river water
Take this love like the summer rain
Take my intention
And forget everything else

Take what is real, do not be illuded
Show what you gained until this day
gratitude

Father they cut God off

Your reflection rose
your glorious smile
Your true lust for life caught
shining through the water

through your skin
through the bricks of the state house
and across the stony tarmac thick and thin
But they showed you, you couldn't have God

Them up in that crazy dogma
That strange hypocrisy between religious cogs
They told you you couldn't have that true love
and gave you a false one through nothingness

Just a kid and the world showed it's teeth
so early, never spiritually free
none of your fire was allowed to flourish
cut down and hushed

God took on the form of a troll
A falsehood, an evil, a machine to control
A perversion, a convenient lord of the flys
But he is none of their lies

He is your birth
Your greatest joy
Your bitterest hurt
Your greatest ambition
Your life mission

Every emotion you ever felt
He's in your tears
your laughter
He's not their words or scripture father
he's not their rules or abuse, Dad
He's not their conspiracies.

Mere awareness is what he is
the feeling of existance
Plain love is all he is
He is not their structures
Not church nor dogma

I can understand you lashing out
They cut god out of you no doubt
without an ounce of compassion
No evidence of punishment for their infraction

So how did you become my hero?
Where does God hide around you now
if banned from your heart
Over my youth a thousand frustrations

each one ripped apart by a moment of your caring
each one sent out and a new calm, a lost fear
Father you helped to save me from hell at school
From the way they made me feel like a useless fool

Their doctrines just knives to cut us up, just tools
they were just tools, Dad.

Irony hits us so extremely
for out of all the people on this strange rock
you are the one that holds the face of god to me
And values that keep me vital to this day

So when I look up, do I thank him or you?
For who should I give all of this gratitude?
And How do I still feel worthy of the privilege

So much inside yourself

You communicate with me
through yourself no less, you don't really see
my face and my gestures flicker, as we falsely agree
and your misplaced curiosity increases

You hear my words
as your own, never having heard
never knowing my intentions first
like the ghost radio announcer of the worst

When you speak to me, your reflections dissecting
telling me in detail about my unseen defects
each detail so crucial to your interpretation
though I don't see me in your illustration

Let me say my ideas of you were foreign
the connection was contaminated and barren
by personal interpretation and desires to feed on
where lost wishes and unrequited needs shone from

A dirty tear fell from my face that's true
not because I could understand you
but because I saw the semblence of my own blindness
Tell me who will heal our eyes if we never do?

I try to describe your life, attitudes and station
but I express it all through my limitations
and all you understood is the color of my mere opinion
We trade guesses and layers of our own onions at best
and blissfully keep playing together, me monopoly- you chess

Misunderstanding each other to the beat of the universe
Creating false images of each other's intentions first
and being satisfied enough with our projections
Because real connection might mean a piece of me hurts